Liang Song climbed, eyes fixed on the red dots. With every dot he approached, his nerves tightened.
Moving through the ventilation ducts was an arduous task. The space was narrow and suffocating, and the smell of dust and rust made his throat itch. Yet, he endured the discomfort, driven by a single conviction: find the enemy's device as quickly as possible and prevent the impending disaster.
Reaching the third cross-pipe, Liang Song felt the atmosphere grow significantly tenser. He cautiously rounded a corner, and a metal canister the size of a football appeared before him. In the darkness, the canister emitted a cold, metallic sheen, looking like a dormant monster. Liang Song’s heart sank; he knew this was likely the device the enemy intended to use to release the terror strain.
Chapter 384